I Thought I Felt Ice Soaking My Core

The darkness had been creeping.
Winter announced herself early
by shoving empty streets at my stoic hair.
My hollow core was crushed, vapid.
I was sucked into the vacuum,
the terror of losing my figurines.

Then I saw the girl with dark thoughts,
and I warmed to a stabilizing glance.
I studied the Roman tiles, very close,
and wondered about her devilish avoidance.